Chapter 69

Karl was immediately anxious and stood up with a start.

"Marshal Sengoku, pirates are rampant on the sea, committing evil everywhere. As a Navy Rear Admiral, how can I go on vacation with a clear conscience?"

"Therefore, I voluntarily give up my vacation to devote my limited life to the infinite cause of fighting crime!"

Sengoku looked at the righteous Karl, a hint of shock flashing faintly in his eyes.

What kind of spirit was this? Karl was truly a Navy officer who cared for the world and held justice in his heart!

If every Navy officer could be Move Move Like Karl, why would there be any worry about the sea not being peaceful?

He had always worried that that guy Huang Yuan would lead Karl astray, but he never expected Karl to remain untainted, Move Move Like a lotus rising from the mud, staying clean even when close to ink!

Sengoku’s fondness and regard for Karl increased even more. He even thought that if Karl could grow to the height of an Admiral, he would definitely be the best choice to become the Fleet Admiral!

"Good! Well said! Karl, I am very gratified that you can say these words! If those two guys, Kizaru and Aokiji, could learn from you more, I would be so much more at ease!"

"However! There is a reason for letting you rest..."

Sengoku took out a stack of bounty posters marked with X's, placed them on the table, and said: "Look, these are the results of the last few months. The pirate crews that dared to show their heads recently have basically been captured or killed."

"Aside from the New World, there are basically no big fish worth your personal intervention! Leaving those small-fry pirate crews to the other generals is more than enough."

"Your ability should be used for more difficult missions. I can't have a Rear Admiral from Headquarters chasing after pirate crews with bounties of a thousand or so every day, can I?"

Karl frowned. This made sense. A Rear Admiral should do what a Rear Admiral should do. He couldn't just volunteer to catch those nobodies, right?

"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, in that case, I will go to the New World to carry out missions! I’m not afraid of pirates with bounties over five hundred million!"

Hearing this, Sengoku shook his head and said helplessly: "It’s not that I don't want you to go to the New World, but recently the Whitebeard Pirates have been waiting for you to go to the New World!"

The Whitebeard Pirates? Karl frowned slightly. Could it be because of Whitey Bay, the Ice Witch?

"Is it because of Whitey Bay?"

Sengoku nodded: "Yes! Whitebeard’s protectiveness is not just talk. The New World is full of Whitebeard’s territory. Once you appear, you will likely be caught in a trap."

"For the sake of your safety, you need to grow for a while longer before I can let you go to the New World to carry out missions."

The subtext was that Karl was very important to the Navy, and it wasn't worth it to go head-to-head with a max-level player Move Move Like Whitebeard. Better to level up first.

Karl was silent for a long time, then continued: "Alright then! Fleet Admiral Sengoku, but I still don't want to go on vacation! How about this!"

"I happen to be very interested in Fish-Man Island. The mission to investigate the cause of Queen Otohime’s death last time should still be unhandled, right?"

Sengoku paused, then shook his head.

"That’s good, I’ll take this mission. After the follow-up of the Warlord meeting is over, I will go to Fish-Man Island to investigate. If I can find out, that’s best; if not, I’ll treat it as a vacation. What do you think?"

Tap, tap, tap...

Sengoku tapped his fingertips on the desk. He didn't speak for a long time, but finally sighed.

"Alright! I’ll agree to you for now, but for now, everything takes priority over the Warlord meeting. We’ll talk about this later."

Karl breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he didn't have to take a real vacation!

Monkey, watch and learn! We’re both slacking off, but Sengoku still has to praise me!

When Karl left the Navy Headquarters, an unexpected old friend had been waiting for a long time.

"Hey! Karl, haven't seen you in a few months, and you’re already a Rear Admiral!"

After seeing who it was, Karl showed a smile and walked towards him. When he got close, he pulled a cigar from his chest, put it in his mouth, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring.

Karl looked at Smoker with an arrogant expression: "Is 'Karl' what you call me? Call me Officer!"

Smoker was stunned, his cigar almost falling to the ground: "You, Karl, you’re actually pulling this on me!"

"Hahaha! Just kidding. So, on vacation?"

Speaking of this, Smoker’s expression darkened, and he shook his head: "Not vacation, suspended."

"Suspended? You’ve got to be kidding! Why?"

"Some dirty, messy business. Just thinking about it makes me angry. Let’s not talk about it! Since we finally met today, how about accompanying me for a drink?"

It was just noon, and Karl hadn't eaten yet, so he didn't refuse.

"Karl, tell me, does the current Navy really deserve the word 'Justice'?"

Karl touched his chin, thought about it, and said: "The Navy is naturally just, but where the light of justice cannot shine, darkness will naturally breed."

Gulp, gulp, gulp~

Smoker poured all the wine down his throat in one go, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and sighed: "Yeah! But there’s just too much of this breeding darkness..."

Karl didn't know what kind of darkness Smoker had encountered, but he could be sure that he was already disappointed with the Navy, feeling that it was far from the army of justice in his heart.

"So, can a Navy Commander Move Move Like you change anything?"

"I... phew~ I can't change it."

Karl smiled and said: "So, cheer up! On the sea, only the strong have the right to speak! Whether it’s the Navy or pirates!"

"Since you can't stand that darkness and you want to change it, you must have the capital to change it."

As a ten-year veteran and a transmigrator, how could Karl not know the ins and outs of the Navy?

But so what if he knew? Before, he was just a branch Captain, willing but unable. Now, although he was a Rear Admiral, he still didn't have much say.

The only thing he could do now was to try his best to improve his strength, his reputation, and his military rank.

Only in this way could he have the right to speak and the ability to change the status quo of the Navy.

Having the ability to change is one thing, and whether to change is another.

For Karl, it didn't really matter whether he changed it or not; he was slacking off anyway.

Smoker frowned, looking at Karl as if he understood something, but he didn't say anything. He drank his wine in silence, then collapsed onto the table.

Karl shook his head and sighed, snapping his fingers.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

Karl stood up and pointed at Smoker: "This is Commander Smoker. Today’s bill is all on him. By the way, get me another bottle of red wine."

"Alright, please wait a moment!"

Karl picked up a pack of napkins to wipe his mouth, took the red wine handed over by the waiter, and left the restaurant, hiding his merit and fame.

Little did he know, Smoker, who was pretending to sleep on the table, had his fists tightening, his heart filled with words that would be censored if spoken aloud.

Stealing a chicken only to lose the rice!